This is what I wrote on instagram a week ago
“Morning, it is so beautiful out here today, a bit nippy but the buds are forming on the trees and the lichen making interesting shapes on the trees branches.
The main sounds are a woodpecker and wood pigeons cooing and flapping.
A cormorant swims and dives along side the tow path as I walk. If I’m lucky I may see it pop up with a fish.
I’m in a cloud of river mist, I read once that to be in a cloud like this is to be with God come down to us. It’s sad how mists have been hijacked to be sinister and “witchy”.
It is beautiful and potentially holy.
The sun is now breaking through, its golden light so bright I can’t look directly at it. My camera is not working so I can’t photograph it but I’m sure you can imagine. What I find amazing is that this beauty is not all there is, it’s a mere reflection of the beauty there is to come. As a family we have been praying for a small girl called Gia, she is going through an immense medical crisis, you can follow her story on instagram @morning.glory.farm. If you are a praying person please lift her and her family up. I have also read this morning of the humbolt team crash and have been thinking of a local lady who lost her husband recently. My heart breaks for these things, my eyes fill with tears, but as I walk out of the door and see the sky I am reminded that these things are not all there is, the people who are lost are lost to us for now but are in a place where there is no more pain. The people who are fighting have a Miracle making God on their side who can do all things.
There is hope, there is beauty, there is life.”
I wrote this as I walked and then…
“My camera is working again. So here’s the golden sun, and gorse and an obligatory cobweb, because the mist and sun are sooo good for helping us spot what is usually invisible.”